But i can’t leave the nithya aunty. I became a mad of nithya. I made a plan to fuck her.I frequently visited her house for some cooking things, watc...ing tv etc. One day when i watching tv one i searched her. But she can’t there. I heard the water dropping sound. I guessed she is bathing. I get nervous. After bath she come to the hall. She enquired me about my class. I answered her. Then she moved to his bedroom and feed the milk to his child. I watched her, her right side boob was clearly. .he told her where it was over the phone and after ten minutes of looking in the location he said, she found it. She walked in, slightly sceptical of the man who had looked on her usb stick, with all her vital work information and within thirty something minutes of her losing it, rang her phone to return it to her, in the another relatively quiet bar, straight away as she walked in, she was drawn just to one person, at the bar...a different bar....but the same guy in the fitted suit!The blonde. " Oh, right!" Mr. Masterson said, remembering why she looked so familiar. He had noticed few times over the past few years, always dressed in a sexy outfit. His son was a selfish, ungrateful prick and he was lucky to be dating such a gorgeous girl. He had never been able to get a girl half as hot as her to look at him when he was in high school. "Can I help you with something, Brianna?" "It's Bianca, actually." She said, smiling her sweetest smile. "I have to do a school project this semester.. .”“Just looking at my ass while I try to help you up here? Hmmm?” she finished for me. She was not going to make this easy for me. In this rush of events, I just began to notice that she was holding the position with her skirt raised up, her ass almost exposed and looking over her shoulder at me. She was all but daring me to take another look. I began to notice two additional things which made my predicament much worse. First, with her in that position, I could smell the unmistakably female.